Feng Shaiwen shuddered when he heard Chen Mo's words and saw his expression. But while he could lose, he could not lose face. He refused to believe Chen Mo had any real tricks up his sleeve. What, was Chen Mo going to kill him? Heh!
"Hmph! If you've got any tricks, then fucking use them on me! If I surrender, I'll be your son! Just wait until today is over!" Feng Shaiwen said.
"Fine! It's settled, then! If you surrender, you're my son!" Chen Mo nodded with a smile. With a casual flick, he threw away the bent Baseball Bat.
With a bang, it struck the back of a man whose arm had been broken and who was trying to run away from the edge of the group!
Chen Mo raised his foot and flicked a steel pipe into his hand. He walked over, dragged back the fellow trying to flee, and struck him with the pipe. This time, however, he did not break any limbs, only hitting him across the back. Naturally, he held back and did not use much force.
As the beaten fellow screamed, Chen Mo kicked him to the ground and said, "All of you stay where you are. If anyone moves or runs, I'll act ruthlessly! I'll fucking break another part of you! Let's see whether your bones are harder, or this steel pipe is harder!"
Only after seeing that they had all behaved themselves, with even their cries of pain growing quieter, did he turn and walk over to Feng Shaiwen. He took out several silver needles.
"For the sake of being colleagues, I'll give you one last chance. Apologize and compensate me, and I'll let you go," Chen Mo said.
This fellow was an operative from Shangshi. No matter what, they were colleagues!